Little Red Riding Hood Addresses the Next Wolf
You hear the story of the horrors done to my body, and you say, “We aren’t all like that, you know. Let me show you how gentle my hands are.”
It’s not your fault, you say, that your teeth are the same shape as his teeth.
But I was swallowed whole and they asked what I was wearing.
I was swallowed whole and they said, “That’s what happens to little girls who climb in bed with monsters.”
There are mornings when my own bedroom looks exactly like the middle of the woods.
I’m not calling you dangerous. I’m just making sure you understand the moral of the story. This has nothing to do with the threat of strangers in the forest. The moral of the story is, I will gut you if I need to. I will carve my way out with only my teeth.
